Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 484

Seeing Qu Xiaobei's arm hooked around Yun Xiaoxiao's wrist, the gazes of Shen Yan and the other two flickered slightly.

Their expressions carried an indescribable strangeness.

At that moment, many people in the surroundings also recognized Yun Xiaoxiao.

When they saw her signing up for the competition, they found it both expected and somewhat surprising.

"Is she really joining?"

"Guess she’s not just a pretty face like some say."

"Can’t say for sure—we’ll only know after the matches."

"Can’t wait! Even if she’s not that strong, watching someone so beautiful compete is still a feast for the eyes."

"Hahaha, my thoughts exactly, brother."

"..."

The next day, the competition officially began.

The sky had just begun to brighten when the base buzzed with activity.

People gradually woke up, had breakfast, and then headed toward the competition grounds in small groups.

By around 8:30 in the morning, the head referee used a loudspeaker to call participants to the judging area for a draw to determine the order of matches.

The venue was vast, divided into four sections, with competitions for different age groups held simultaneously that day.

The ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‍northwest corner was for the under-20 group, the northeast for the 20–30 age group, the southeast for the 30–40 group, and the southwest for those above 40.

Each group’s matches would follow a one-on-one elimination format, whittling down the losers until the top three were decided.

After the draw, everyone moved to their designated sections, quietly waiting for their numbers to be called.

Each area had dedicated record-keepers and referees.

Spectators also chose their seats based on their preferences.

The atmosphere was lively, reminiscent of the excitement before a major soccer match in the pre-apocalyptic world.

Since the top ten on the Peak Rankings were exempt from the group stage, Lu Chen and the others came to Yun Xiaoxiao’s side.

"Kid, go easy on them later. Don’t beat them too badly—leave some dignity intact," Nie Yizhou chuckled.

Yun Xiaoxiao’s lips twitched.

"I’m not violent. I’ll be very gentle."

The moment she said this, Lu Chen and the others all turned to look at her in eerie unison.

Their eyes were filled with disbelief, as if they couldn’t believe she’d say such a thing.

Yun Xiaoxiao swept a glance over them. "What? Am I wrong?"

Was she violent?

Not really...

Was she gentle?

Absolutely.

"Mhmm, yeah, sure, you’re absolutely right," Nie Yizhou quickly agreed.

What else could he do? Of course, he’d indulge his little sister.

Soon, the first match began.

In the under-20 group, one contestant was from a small base in the east, the other from a large base in the south.

Their fight was unremarkable, with nothing particularly outstanding.

There weren’t many spectators here either—most had gathered around the other three competition areas.

After all, the stronger the competitors, the fiercer the matches, and the more thrilling it was to watch.

The 20–30 age group, in particular, drew the largest crowd.

This age bracket was full of youthful energy, and several rising stars had caught public attention.

The very first match featured Shen Yan.

He defeated his opponent in just three moves.

The crowd erupted in a wave of excitement.

"That kid Shen Yan’s not bad," Ling Jing remarked lazily, half-reclining on a dirt bench as he glanced toward the northeast competition area.

There, Shen Yan stood tall, while a man in his late twenties lay sprawled on the ground not far in front of him.

Yun Xiaoxiao also lifted her gaze slightly.

Shen Yan’s progress had indeed exceeded her expectations.

"Little one, what’s your number?" Xiao Feng asked, tilting his head.

Yun Xiaoxiao glanced at the slip of paper in her hand. "Eighty-eight."

"That far back..."

The under-20 group had a total of 102 participants, meaning Yun Xiaoxiao would be among the last to compete.

Ling Jing simply closed his eyes. "Wake me when it’s her turn. I’ll nap for now."

Nie Yizhou nudged his shoulder with a sly grin. "What, didn’t sleep well last night?"

His eyes even darted toward Lu Chen, as if hinting at some scandalous secret.

Ling Jing chuckled lightly. "No."

But the glance he shot Lu Chen carried an ambiguous, unspoken meaning.

Lu Chen cleared his throat lightly, a fist pressed to his lips.

Nie Yizhou immediately understood, his smile turning suggestive.

He patted Ling Jing’s shoulder. "Got it, got it. Haha, sleep then. I’ll wake you when it’s the kid’s turn."

Before Yun Xiaoxiao’s match, Tang Yanchi and Long Zhe had already taken their turns.

Their performances sparked another wave of excitement among the spectators.

These three were the most outstanding talents in the 20–30 age group.

Speculations ran wild about who among them was the strongest.

"I think Long Zhe has the edge. His age gives him an advantage—he’s definitely taking first in this group."

"Not necessarily. Tang Yanchi and Shen Yan are strong too. They might pull ahead later."

"Either way, these three are the best of the younger generation."

As the crowd buzzed with discussion, the referee for the junior division called through the loudspeaker, "Contestants eighty-seven and eighty-eight, please step onto the field."

Contestant fifty-seven was a twenty-year-old young man from a base in the northern region. Just as he steadied himself on the field, another tall figure strode in step by step.

"Go, Xiaoxiao!"

From the stands, Qu Xiaobei waved her hands excitedly, cheering loudly.

Yun Xiaoxiao paused mid-step, her lips twitching slightly.

This felt... a little embarrassing.

Taking a deep breath, she continued walking toward the center of the field.

Qu Xiaobei's loud shout drew the attention of many who hadn’t been watching the match before.

"Look, Yun Xiaoxiao is up!"

"Which Yun Xiaoxiao?"

"Which one do you think? The mysterious leader from Yun City!"

"Is this her first match? I’m so curious about her skills—let’s go watch!"

"Let’s check it out too."

In no time, a crowd had gathered around the field.

Shen Yan, Tang Yanchi, and Long Zhe, who had already finished their matches, also made their way to the stands.

On the field, Yun Xiaoxiao’s opponent—a refined-looking young man—flashed a brief look of awe the moment she stepped forward. But it vanished just as quickly, replaced by a composed expression.

Politely, he nodded at Yun Xiaoxiao in greeting.

When the referee signaled the start, he courteously gestured for her to make the first move.

In his eyes, she was a slender girl, younger than him—it was only right to be chivalrous.

He had no idea who Yun Xiaoxiao was. The referee had only announced her name, age, and affiliation with Yun City.

Little did he know, his polite gestures would earn him the distinction of being the most dignified loser in any match against Yun Xiaoxiao.